After
her daughters had the nerve to actually grow up and leave home, Teri discovered
she had a passion for writing and jumped right in. It came as no surprise she chose to write
mysteries and happily-ever-after’s since that’s the genres she loves to read.
Teri
lives in Marietta, Georgia with her husband, one of her daughters and two dogs
that seem to think they rule the world.
And some days Teri thinks maybe they do.
Teri
still frequently tells herself stories as she falls asleep. The only difference now is she wakes up the
next morning and turns her bedtime stories into books.
AN INTERVIEW WITH THE AUTHOR
If we were to come to your house for a meal,
what would you give us to eat?
Pasta. My son in law is Italian and he’s been
teaching me how to cook Italian foods.
Yes.
My hubby has spoiled me with his romantic gestures.
Do you listen to music when you're writing?
I love to listen to sappy love songs while I
write.
Do you ever read your stories out loud?
I
always try to read each story out loud at least once. I catch a lot of mistakes
that way.
What are your future ambitions?
Write,
write, write.
What have you
got coming soon for us to look out for?
My
next book, The Eyes of Vengeance, will be released in early summer.
What song would you choose for Karaoke?
Who
Has Seen the Wind by Yoko Ono. But trust me, no one wants to hear me sing.
Which Star Trek or Star Wars character are you
most like?
Dr.
Spock. I know everything—at least I like to pretend I do!
Who would you most like to be stranding on a
desert island with? Least? Why?
Most--My hubby. He’s my best friend. Least--My
hubby. I wouldn’t want him to see me go crazy when the batteries on my iPhone
run out.
If you could only eat one food the rest of
your life, what would it be?
Chocolate,
but watermelon is a close second.
If you were a shifter, what animal would you
like to be?
One of my dogs. We spoil them rotten.
Favorite season? Why?
Fall.
I love the smells and the colors.
Best movie ever made?
Way
too many to choose from, but Imitation of Life, To Sir With Love, The Princess
Bride, and Mary Poppins are a few.
ABOUT THE BOOK
They’re also front runners on the suspect list for a string of
murders. Kennedy O’Brien, four-year detective with cop blood running in her veins,
and her partner Wilder “Wild Thing” James, a veteran, are determined to find
the man who’s murdering prostitutes who work the wrong side of the street, and
they don’t care how important or politically active he is.
The killer is a man with a mission. He stalks the women before he
kills them, leaving a “BEFORE” photo on their bodies, and sending an “AFTER”
shot to the local news hound. Ed Hershey, an aging newscaster with just the
right amount of grey in his hair, is determined to turn this story into a
network gig, and his interference, along with the LVTVS legal team, are making
Kennedy and Wilder look bad. Campenelli’s good looks and charm, and St. Louis’
vitriolic hatred of prostitutes are muddying the waters too, and now the killer
seems to have taken a liking to Kennedy.
So the big question remains. Can she get him before he gets her?
AN EXCERPT
Nick, leaning against a marble
pillar with his arms crossed, observed the detective as she took in the view.
He tried to figure out what was going on in that beautiful head of hers.
She was stunning. Her hair, a rich sable color, fell just below
her shoulders. Long, dark lashes
surrounded rare blue-violet eyes. Her lips
were full and softly sculpted. She was
tall and lithe, and when she moved, he got a glimpse of the soft, womanly
curves hidden beneath her jacket. She
wrapped her arms around her waist.
Was that a little shiver?
She tilted her head back and took a
deep breath, and then let it out with a long sigh.
“Are you chilled, Detective? I can get you a wrap.”
She turned and snarled. “I just lost my balance for a second. You shouldn’t sneak up on a person like
that. You’re lucky I didn’t shoot you.” She didn’t give him a chance to respond. “Why in the hell would anyone want an office
way up here anyway?”
He found the slight Irish cadence
that had slipped into her voice, very, very sexy. “For the view of course. I’ve caught you admiring it. Or was the sigh for me?”
“Don’t flatter yourself, Slick. Not that it’s any of your business, but that
was an attempt to keep my morning coffee down.
The ride up could make a bird nauseous.”
“Not fond of heights, I take
it. Too bad. Being at the top gives a person a much
clearer picture of everything.” He
stepped forward and stood side by side, shoulder to shoulder with her, enjoying
the view himself. “Can you honestly deny
how great the view is from here?”
“Being this high up makes my heart
pound and knees weak. I feel so woozy I
could hurl. But strangely enough, I can’t help but look.” Her voice softened. “It’s a really spectacular view.”
Nick could tell the minute Kennedy
realized what she’d said. She turned to
face him, looking totally mortified. Her
eyes narrowed and her body stiffened.
“I’m glad you enjoy it,
Detective. Give yourself a few minutes
and the weak knees and the urge to hurl, as you so delicately put it, will go
away. Then you can relax and enjoy the
panorama.”
“Sorry, I don’t have the time to stand around
getting off on scenery. And I sure as
hell don’t have time to worry about whether or not I speak delicately. I have a few more questions I need you to
answer.” Her voice had regained its hard
edge.
“No problem, Detective. Let’s move over to my desk, or the
couch. Whichever you’d feel more
comfortable at.”
“Your desk will be fine. This shouldn’t take long, Mr. Campenelli.”
“Please, call me Nick.” He led her over to his desk and offered her a
chair across from his own.
“Mr.
Campenelli—”
“Nick, please,” he interrupted.
“I’m not here to make nice, Mr. Campenelli.
I’d like for you to tell me about the photos of prostitutes you have
plastered on the break room wall at your campaign headquarters. Can you explain what that’s all about?”
He felt the beginnings of anger
snake up his spine, then take root at the base of his skull. “I see you’ve been talking to Ed
Hershey. He asked me the same question
and I told him to go to hell as it was none of his business. I assume since you’re wearing that nice shiny
badge, I wouldn’t get away with giving you the same explanation.”
“You assume right.”
SPECIAL LINKS
Twitter:
@TeriLRiggs
Goodreads:
http://www.goodreads.com/terilriggs
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